‘Hurrah!’ shouted the crowd, moved by this novel sensation, while Ephraim, glowing with pride, craned his long neck to see his hero, as he fully expected, caught up in front of the General and borne away to the wars. ‘By time!’ he muttered, ‘ain’t he jest cl’ar grit? Ain’t he noble? And he’s my friend.’ Great tears rose in his honest eyes and blurred his sight as the General reined in his charger and bent over to Lucius. ‘Take you with me, my boy?’ said Jackson kindly, laying his hand upon the fair, curly head as he spoke. ‘Take you with me? God forbid! We don’t want children amid such scenes as we are forced to go through.’ ‘Why not?’ gasped Lucius. ‘I’m sixteen; I’d make one more anyway. I don’t mind being shot any more than the next man.’ ‘Gloryful gracious!’ murmured Ephraim, his eyes fairly brimming over; while Jackson, bending lower still, said somewhat huskily: ‘God bless you, lad, for your true heart.’ Then straightening himself in his saddle, he cried in ringing tones to his officers: ‘When our men grow from the stuff this boy is made of, gentlemen, it is no wonder that the victory is ours.’ The crowd cheered again lustily at this, and Jackson, turning once more to Lucius, said: ‘Tell me your name, my boy. I should like to remember it.’ ‘Lucius Markham, sir,’ replied the boy. ‘That is my father coming up now.’ ‘What, the son of Major Markham!’ said Jackson. ‘Ha! a chip of the old block.—Major!’ he hailed, as a fine-looking bronzed officer rode by with his battery. ‘So this is your son?’ ‘I am afraid so, sir,’ returned Major Markham, smiling and nodding at Lucius. ‘What has the young scapegrace been doing? He is always wanting to follow the drum.’ ‘Nay,’ protested Jackson, ‘I won’t allow you to call him names. He is a fine fellow, and wants to come and be a soldier under me.’ ‘May I, father?’ asked Lucius eagerly. ‘Do say yes.—I know most of the drill, sir,’ he added to the General, ‘and I can shoot pretty straight.’ There was a laugh among the officers at this, but Jackson checked it with a look, and, turning to Lucius, said impressively: ‘Listen to me, Lucius. You are too young to come with me, but still you can be a soldier, and a bold one, if you choose.’ ‘In what regiment, sir?’ asked Lucius, looking up at him eagerly. ‘In the faithful regiment,’ answered Stonewall gravely, ‘under the banner of the Cross, and with Christ for Commander. The war is the holy war, and the battles are fought for God and against self and the wrong every day. And remember, Lucius,’ he concluded, ‘the first duty of a soldier is obedience.’ He rode on, followed by the cheers of the crowd, while Major Markham slipped back to his place. Lucius stared dreamily after them, heedless of the curious and interested looks cast at him, till all at once a hand gripped his arm, and Ephraim’s voice whispered in his ear: ‘Come away out of the crowd, Luce. I’se suthin’ mighty partic’ler to say ter ye.’ [Illustration] [Illustration]